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Show H THE SWEETEST ROSE. H The rain hath drowned the roses; but wherefore, H sweet, complain? H Tne rose was woven of summer light and silvery H drops of rain; H And though the meadows miss it, and though the H gardens grieve, H Another springtime smiling, another rose shall H weave! H The rain hath drowned the roses, but one I know H shall rest H In all its May-sweet beauty upon my dreaming H breast! H Lo! while the winds are sighing, and heaven's H teardrops fall. H I murmur: "Still she loves me the sweetest rose 1 of H Frank L. Stanton. |